Gather troops in the middle of the town.

After last night's battle, there is now an atmosphere of tension and slaughter in the entire town.

The streets were full of guards from the Lord's Mansion and monks passing by.

Everyone's face is solemn, and there will be a hint of nervousness in the depths of their eyes.

Last night, the lord of the city had already sealed off the town, and vowed to capture the old ghost who caused trouble on the southwest border last night.

That old ghost had been severely damaged by the city lord's magic seal, and the city lord had already sealed the city, so even the emperor could not quietly enter or leave the Great Wall.

So the old ghost must still be hiding somewhere in the position now, waiting for an opportunity.

It's just that the city lord has issued a death order, and if he doesn't find King Qin Guang's army, he won't open the city for a day.

Originally, the other wealthy clans in the position were still dissatisfied with this, but a white-haired old man came to the city lord's mansion early this morning.

The group of Qi Cultivators who had gathered in front of the City Lord's Mansion and took the lead in making trouble, held it in the void with one hand, and then just shook it lightly.

The people who gathered in front of the city lord's mansion to protest and onlookers saw that the strong qi practitioner who could be said to be calling for wind and rain in the army town was killed, his spiritual power dissipated, and even the spirit infant was directly wiped out.

Then the calm old man showed a look of disgust, and threw it in front of everyone and on the ground like a piece of waste.

The old man with a kind face seemed to be troubled by something at this time, and his brows were displeased, his eyes swept away everyone, and he asked coldly, "Is there anything else?"

The group of troublemakers were silent for a moment, and they all took a few steps back, looking at the old man with a look of fear and fear.

The old man who can easily pinch and kill the qi practitioner who turns three times in the Floating Slaughter Realm, the fool also knows that it is an existence that their group of people cannot afford to provoke.

Who dares to say it now, does anyone still think that their lives are long?

The old man, who was dressed in a Confucian shirt and had pale hair and was simply tied up by a wooden hairpin, turned around indifferently after seeing everyone's actions, and walked towards the door of the mansion step by step.

When he was about to step through the Zhu Gate of the City Lord's Mansion, he stopped and stood in place with his back to everyone and said lightly: "The matter of sealing the city, my Yandi Lin family has shouldered it, if there are still people who are dissatisfied with this, let me come to me Lin Yuejia." ”

The word Yuejia landed, and there was no old man in front of the house.

Seeing the old man disappear from sight, everyone was pardoned, and the pressure of the peak-like mountain on the heart lake dissipated, and then they realized that the clothes on their bodies were all soaked.

"Who is Lin Yuejia?" After hearing this name, someone asked his companion timidly and cowardly.

"Emperor Yan's lineage is the Dinghai Divine Needle of the Lin family. His companion said tremblingly: "The Bai family's god of war, Bai Qi, has not been able to surpass the Lin family, because the current head of the Lin family is Lin Yuejia, and the city lord Lin Langtian is his son. ”

"Let's go. The man looked at the lifeless unfortunate man on the ground, and said with a sigh of relief.

Lin Yuejia just glanced at them just now, and they had no power to resist, this old man was definitely not an immortal existence that his group of people could provoke.

And most of the people on the ground died in vain, even if the gate lord race behind him knew whose hands he died in, could it be that his clansmen still dared to go to the Lin family and find trouble with Lin Yuejia?

Afterwards, this group of people who were originally dissatisfied with Lin Langtian's decision to gather in front of the city lord's mansion to make trouble all retreated because of Lin Lao's words.

"Father. On top of the nine-story Qiong Tower, Lin Langtian stood behind Lin Lao and shouted in a low voice.

Lin Lao stood with his hands in his hands, looking at the gate of the City Lord's Mansion, which was now empty because of his previous strong methods, and said in a deep voice, "Are you sure?"

"It's a letter from Wu Qi of the Great Wall, it should be right. Lin Langtian said respectfully.

"Should it?" Lin Lao Mouran turned around, looked coldly at this young son who had always had high hopes for him, and asked rhetorically.

Lin Langtian fell to his knees with a thud and said, "Father, Ji Ge and Ji Qingyun are indeed father and son, but Langtian thinks that he will undoubtedly stand on the side of my Lin family at that time, I am sure of this, and please rest assured father." ”

"Do you have this certainty?" Lin Yuejia snorted coldly, and said with his hand: "Let's not say that people's hearts are unpredictable, will he Ji Ge turn against him at that time, and now that Ji Ge's life and death are uncertain, your certainty is empty."

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Talk. ”

So Langtian hopes that his father can help find Ji Ge's whereabouts. Lin Langtian bowed his head and said respectfully.

"You've disappointed me. Lin Yuejia frowned slightly and said in a deep voice.

"Father, as long as Ji Ge can be found this time, if he is still alive, then the two fathers and sons of the Ji family will owe my Lin family a great favor, and it is two. ”

"If he dies, then Ji Qingyun will also remember the kindness of my Lin family in this matter in the future, and he will definitely help my Lin family at that time, and this is not only a blessed land of green shade, but also an incense in Wushan Duanyun Valley. ”

"Yun Ke Xianweng, that old guy also has something to do with Ji Ge?" Hearing the word Wushan, Lin Yuejia was obviously a little interested, so he immediately asked.

Duan Yungu's Yun Ke Immortal Weng was just like him, and he was an immortal powerhouse who had stepped into the Transformation God Realm.

"The current Duan Yun Valley Valley, Lin Qingru, is really Ji Ge's mother, and she is also Yun Ke Xianweng's favorite disciple. ”

"I didn't expect the forces behind this kid to be so complicated and all of them are people who can't be underestimated, if this kid can survive this catastrophe, the avenue is promising, and the future is limitless!" Lin Lao said with a slight surprise.

"Father. Lin Langtian lowered his head and said.

Lin Lao nodded slightly, gently supported him with both hands, and said with a smile: "Father's words were heavier just now. ”

"It was the child who had not explained it to his father beforehand. Lin Langtian said softly.

"I'll go on a trip to the Void myself. Lin Yuejia turned to look at the canopy outside the window and said in a condensed voice.

The boy thanked his father. After Lin Langtian heard his father promise to make a move, he bowed his head and said.

"Hmm. Lin Lao nodded, "I have time to go home to see your mother, your mother will think more when she is older." ”

"The child is clear. ”

"Enlighten the city lord, ask to see the people at the city gate. Suddenly, there was a sound outside the door.

"I don't know if the town has been sealed, let him leave quickly. Lin Langtian turned around and shouted outside the door.

According to the soldiers guarding the gates, the man insisted on entering the city. The messenger outside the door replied respectfully.

"Who dares to be so bold?!"

Lin Langtian's face was already a little impatient, if it weren't for his father being here now, I'm afraid he would have gone to the city gate in person to see who dared to be so blind.

He said his name was Ji Qingyun. ”

In a liquor store in the town of Bing.

"Have you heard? Now that the town has been sealed down, I came from the city gate just now, and now I am not allowed to enter or leave there. ”

Three men sat at a wine table whispering.

"Yesterday wasn't fine, what's wrong today? The patrol soldiers all over the city, and the gods that were rarely seen in the past are also flying around in the sky. The honest-looking man muttered in a low voice.

Although he has a simple temperament, he still knows that the old saying that comes from the mouth of the old man from generation to generation is still known after all.

"You don't know that there was such a big movement on the southwest side of the position last night?" one of the men whispered after looking around.

"It's not that you don't know him, he sleeps like a dead pig, snoring loudly, and it is estimated that last night's movement was not as loud as his snoring. Finally, the stout man joked with a smile.

"I really didn't hear it. The honest-looking man scratched his head and smiled.

"Last night, the southwest side really changed the sky, I'm a good girl, I haven't seen such a big battle when I'm so big, it's worthy of a fairy fight." ”

After speaking, he took a sip of the burning knife, as if he had personally experienced the battle, and threw the wine glass on the table, "Happy!"

"Quietly, you don't want to live?" reminded the sturdy man with a frown.

"Now that everyone in the town is in danger, they are afraid of getting into trouble, if you are so swaggering again, you will be sent down by those patrol soldiers and sent to prison, and you will be beaten into a trick, then don't blame me for not reminding you. ”

The ordinary-looking man who noticed his loss of shape hurriedly covered his mouth and glanced at the few people sitting in the wine shop, only one of the men in white glanced at him, and only quietly breathed a sigh of relief when no one noticed him except when he lowered his head.

He glanced at the man in white again, and not to mention his handsome appearance, but only to say that his clothes were estimated to be able to buy this wine shop.

I really don't understand

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Why would the children of such a rich and noble family sit in the same wine shop with them, drinking this kind of burning knife-burning local wine?

Maybe the life of the rich and noble is so unpretentious and boring.

"Come, come, drink, drink, and there are tall men on top of this day, what are we mortals afraid of?" said the stout man in a loud voice.

"That's it. The simple-looking man nodded and agreed: "It's none of our business, what are we doing here salty and eating turnips." ”

As he spoke, he picked up the inferior porcelain bowl fired in the earthen kiln and touched one with the strong man.

Among the three, only the man with the most ordinary face glanced at the man in white opposite without a trace, and picked up the wine bowl with a calm expression.

"The hostess. The man in white shouted softly to the woman on the other side of the account and beckoned.

The proprietress of this wine shop is a woman who is nearly forty years old, but she is still dressed up on weekdays, and her figure is graceful, she can be said to be a half-old, and her charm still exists.

On weekdays, it is inevitable that some drunk men will secretly rub the oil, but this bowl of rice is eaten, so as long as it is not too out of line, she will endure it, and now she has long been used to it.

"What's the matter, guest officer?" Hearing someone shouting to herself, the proprietress raised her head and looked at the man in white, her eyes lit up.

She had already noticed a famous man, with an extraordinary appearance and a detached temperament, and at first glance he was the kind of child of a family who was either rich or noble, but the man had been sitting there drinking stuffy wine since he entered the store, and he didn't dare to touch his head.

"Guest, what's the matter with you?" asked the proprietress softly as she walked up to him.

"I'd like to invite the brother over there for a drink, and you can help me ask him if he will give me this face. Ji Ge pointed to the most ordinary-looking man among the three, and then picked up the wine bowl and took a sip of wine before asking in a deep voice.

The proprietress nodded, turned around and went to pass the word.

Then he bowed his head and drank without saying a word.

After a while, a timid voice came from the ear of the man in white, "My lord, you want to drink?"

I didn't use please, but I used to find words, and I was cautious in speaking.

"Hmm. The man in white, who had been bowing his head and pondering, raised his head, looked at him who was standing restlessly beside him, and said lightly, "Sit down." ”

Seeing his companion sit safely, the only two men left on the wine table next to him were relieved.

The honest-looking man smiled and said, "I don't know what kind of shit luck this Mu Youhuai has taken, and he actually asked his family to invite him to drink, and it is not far from coming to this drink." ”

The extremely ordinary-looking man was originally surnamed Mu and his name was Youhuai.

"Who knows if it's a good thing or a bad thing?" said the sturdy man as he took a sip of wine, stared at the man in white, and said in a deep voice.

Why did the children of this rich and noble family suddenly change their temperament and invite poor people like them to drink?

"Lady boss, bring your best wine, I want to get drunk with this brother who hit it off at first sight. The man in white turned his head and shouted.

"Here comes the guest officer. The proprietress came over with a jar of wine, gently put the jar on the wine table, opened the seal for them, and said with a smile: "Guest officer, this is the best wine in the small shop, called Huangliang Meng." ”

The man in white sniffed the wine and said softly, "Good wine, there is a boss Lao." ”

"The guest officer is polite to me. The proprietress put her hand on his shoulder, squeezed it gently, and said with a smile.

And the man named Mu Youhuai didn't say a word from beginning to end.

I don't know if I don't dare, I don't want to, or I don't want to.

The man in white poured the wine bowl that he picked up the set of yellow sorghum dreams and gave it to Mu Youhuai, and then poured it for himself.

Then he picked up his wine glass in one hand, shook it in front of Mu Youhuai, and said, "Brother Youhuai, I'll do it first as respect." ”

Suddenly, he looked at the man in white who was drinking with his head up, and his fists clenched under the wine table.

For he had never told him his name all along, but now he was able to say it, and it was very cordial.

The man in white put down the wine bowl, looked at Mu Youhuai, who looked like a farmer in terms of dress, with a smile, and said lightly: "You may not know who I am. ”

"Let me introduce myself, my name is Ji Qingyun. ”

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